I remember, oh how I remember the glorious day when the common lad pulled that awesome sword from its impossible sheath. The sword stuck so deep in the stone that not even the strongest of knights could remove it. Excalibur, that alluring, magnificent thing. Not a thing, nay, more like a creature; For it taunted and tested men as they pulled, and one by one, they failed. All but one. All but the lad. All but Arthur. As I watched from afar I saw that the boy used but an ounce of his might, and with that one ounce, he won the creature over. Maybe he tamed the beast, or maybe it chose him, i know not. All I do know is that on that great day I witnessed something fantastic, for that lad is now a man, and a great ruler as well. He is the greatest this land has ever seen: and this day I pledge my life to the great King Arthur. I pledge to serve at his round table, and I pledge to be chivalrous and always loyal to Arthur—my lord, my liege, my ruler, and forever my king.
An assignment I had to write last year about King Arthur